[ his mind stretches and tests the sensation of it in its calm torpor, touches the edges of it. ]
(This is you?)
[ the fire in him is feebly licking out on the last of its fuel. elliot, wrapped around his every nerve ending, keeps him still and quiet, swaying in the dark ocean. It's still unsettling and unnerving. somewhere in peter's guts he detests it, but he knows this is... preserving him. keeping him afloat here between the two of them. there's no room to feel anything but the calm here washing over him wave by wave. so he... he trusts elliot to control his emotional intake and output, swallowing up every command to fire off bakugo's residual mourning wail inside of him. his eyes close a moment.
hand one drops from elliot's scarves, the second in his palms twitches a bit, the wet sound of bone pulling back, skin knitting together into a soft, fine white line against the pad of each slender finger. soothed. danger now at bay. ]
(Feels a bit familiar.)
[ warm steam, the look in elliot's eyes before, how he'd settled his head in his lap. his breathing gradually slows now, dull glass smoked over. he flexes a little against the hold of the symbiote, pushes further with his mind now as he gathers up all his pieces, scattered so explosively before. ]
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( This is you? )
[ the fire in him is feebly licking out on the last of its fuel. elliot, wrapped around his every nerve ending, keeps him still and quiet, swaying in the dark ocean. It's still unsettling and unnerving. somewhere in peter's guts he detests it, but he knows this is... preserving him. keeping him afloat here between the two of them. there's no room to feel anything but the calm here washing over him wave by wave. so he... he trusts elliot to control his emotional intake and output, swallowing up every command to fire off bakugo's residual mourning wail inside of him. his eyes close a moment.
hand one drops from elliot's scarves, the second in his palms twitches a bit, the wet sound of bone pulling back, skin knitting together into a soft, fine white line against the pad of each slender finger. soothed. danger now at bay. ]
( Feels a bit familiar. )
[ warm steam, the look in elliot's eyes before, how he'd settled his head in his lap. his breathing gradually slows now, dull glass smoked over. he flexes a little against the hold of the symbiote, pushes further with his mind now as he gathers up all his pieces, scattered so explosively before. ]